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Prohaska stared out at the morning sky. It was a refreshing sight to see in the morning. To Prohaska, a sun in the morning meant a great day. He bathed in the awe of the sun as he was stuck in his deep thoughts. A strange feeling was in his stomach, as if it had been hallowed out and something was buzzing inside of it, desperatly trying to escape. A chuckle rose over him as he imagined butterflies in his stomach. As he did so, a commander came into his room. It was Air Commander Travis McDonald. Travis stared at Prohaska as he leaned turned and sluted him. Travis nodded as he pulled out a folder. It was the moment Prohaska had been waiting for, for a long-time. Travis spoke aloud in a stern and commanding voice,

"Captain Prohaska. Are you ready?"

"Yes sir."

"Well good then. As you know you will be taking the bird today for its first ever flight. Space Union and Sarzonian government officials have arrived to watch the flight. You are to make sure that you impress them at all costs. This is not only a trail test but a marketing test. Understand!"

"Yes, loud and clear. I will do my best to show off the capabilities of the bird."

"Let me clarify that, you will do what your flight mission has said to do. That will get both objectives accomplished. We want to impress them but we also want to take it easy and not destroy the aircraft since its just being tested for the first time."

"I understand. I'll show restraint."

"Very good, then. May god bless you and may you come back safely"

Prohaska saluted as Travis followed. Travis made his way out the door and shut it behind him. Prohaska let out a sigh of relief. Things were going good for him. He was going to make history with that bird. Prohaska began getting ready.

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The Chief-of-Military, Manjit Mann, crossed her arms in anticipation. She had just arrived at the base and she was waiting. She glanced at her watch, which, read "8:30 AM". She snickered. Today was the day that she would see what the damn corporation had been cooking up for the couple of years. The bird, which was codenamed Wraith and officially called the SuF/A-6 Wraith, was about to be unveiled to her, a couple of her aides, and some officials from the Sarzonian government. The project had been started a couple years back as a black project so no one knew about it except her, a couple of politicians, aides, and some people in the Mann Administration including the Federate himself. They all of course supported the program. They damn Chamber would never hear about this until it was finished. She thought lightly to herself, "What a bunch of suckers. Politicans always were."

As she pondered other businesses, a man came in from the office. It was Air Commander Travis McDonald. He approached her as she got up.

"Greetings, Madame. We are pleased to say that the flight will begin on time. Our pilot, Captain Prohaska, is all ready and is getting ready for the launch."

"Good, I don't want to stay waiting and I doubt our Sarzonian friends would either."

"Yes I understand. We have had the aircraft readied and the testing is scheduled to begin within a half an hour."

"Great. I'll be eager to see what you've been working on for all this time."

"You won't be dissappointed."

Travis exited the room. Manjit knew all well about the Sarzonian officials. After SUNACS had been bought by Sarzonian-based Portland Iron Works, the black project had been turned over to PIW. After that occured, the Sarzonian government had been contacted by the Space Union government about the project and they had become interested in it, as almost any nation would. Know they would be closely monitoring the progress just like she and her aides would. This was not only a matter of technological capability but pride for the Space Union aerospace industry. The SuF/A-6 Wraith would not fail the nation or its people.

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Prohaska slipped into the cockpit. It was almost time to get the show on the road and ground crew were just making last minute checks. The ground commander checked everything as logistics personal reported on the status. So far so good. As Prohaska slid in, he gasped in awe at the flight controls. There were no monitors or anything else like that but just control sticks. A helmet suddenly shot out of the back of his seat and inserted itself on the top of his head. He felt it come around his head and masking his head in the dark for a few seconds. But suddenly it flicked on and he was no longer in the cockpit. He was somewhere else. He was the aircraft. A femine voice came on as he looked around, "Captain Prohaska. The aircraft is ready on your order." He was startled that the thing knew who he was but he didn't object. "Taxi this on to the runway".

A deaf silence was heard for a few moments. But it was broken as the aircraft silently moved towards the runway. He wasn't even doing anything and the aircraft was moving. He glanced around the area and saw everything in high resolution. It made him think that he was actually the aircraft. The SUNACS engineers did a great job, he thought to himself. As he got on the runway, he knew the fun was just about to begin.

Prohaska cleared his throat and let out a deep breathe. He was trying to refrain from becoming nervous, which is nessessary for any pilot to successfully pilot an aircraft. Finally when he found it time, he silently pushed the control stick foward. The aircraft neared the runway as it taxied to it. It was time. He said a prayer before pushing the stick and pedal foward. The aircraft lurched as its engines blared to life and exhaust streamed out of the engines. The aircraft was desperatly trying to fly-off but Prohaska was preventing it. He looked over at the "Watching" window and saw Travis. Travis gave him a thumbs-up and Prohaska silently nodded. He let go of the brakes as the aircraft lurched violently foward as it began picking up speed. Prohaska watched the runway start zooming past as the aircraft got faster and faster. To the side of his view, there was data that included flight speed, altitude and other measurments and insturment displays. The aircraft began picking up speed and racing down the runway to its fate. The runway was almost finished when Prohaska pulled the stick back and sent the nose straight into the sky. In a loud roar that dwarfed even a T-Rex's voice, the aircraft shot up into the sky with smoke falling it.

The G Forces were slamming Prohaska into the seat as the beast shot up faster and faster. It was like being on a furiousious dinosaur that you had no control over. He thought he would die now. But suddenly, everything seemed to smooth out. All that pressure and weight was gone. He thought at first he was unconsious but suddenly he saw that the SuF/A-6 was roaring horizontally across the sky. A smile came to his face as he remembered how he thought he was dead. Prohaska gently swayed the aircraft side-to-side testing if its controls worked. He then pointed the nose up and down to make sure everything was intact. He wouldn't be doing any fancy stuff this time, since Travis had changed the flight mission just before the flight, but he would want to check out its capability.

As the SuF/A-6 Wraith roared across the sky he could see chase planes were behind him, watching and making a video of the flight. But he wasn't concerned about that, he wanted to do his mission. Gently, Prohaska pushed the control foward, making the aircraft's nose shoot down as the aircraft went straight to the ground. But before he would crash into anything, he shot the nose back up and leveled his flight once more. All was going great. Now it was time for a more serious part.

Prohaska engaged the radar and the electronics suite as he began testing them out. The radar and the sensors seemed to work fine as they picked up dummy drones in the air for testing purposes. He then checked on the optical camoflauge and the countermeasure suites. With a voice command, he turned it on as he made his way through all the nessessary checks. The flares and chaffs were dropped as he made sure they would work perfectly and not malfunction. Everything was going as good as possible. But there was still a yearning to do something. Suddenly a voice rang out in the cockpit of Travis,

"Well done, Captain. We can see everything that's going on up there. It seems that everything so far has worked."

"Thank You, sir. I'm done with almost all the checks for the aircraft."

"Good, then sail it back to base."

"But.... I was wondering if I could be given premission to do some aerial maneuvers. Show off its capability."

"I don't roger that. This first flight is meant to check out if everything works, not to do all those fancy stuff. Understand."

"Yes, sir"

"You'll get a chance on the next-flight. I promise."

"Thank You sir, I'll start making my descent down now."

"Roger out."

The voice went silent as his hopes were dashed away. Although he wanted to show off the aircraft's capability, he didn't want to go against his commanders orders. With a deep sigh, he gently turned the aircraft back. A smile curled up on his face, "I might not be able to do any maneuvers but I can show off this babies raw performance." With that he did exactly that. Prohaska pushed the control and pedal forward as the aircraft went dashing by. He began picking up speed, suddenly something rocked the plane. He knew what it was.... he had just broke the sound barrier. But this wasn't enough for him, he pushed even further as the aircraft began picking up speed, faster and faster. He soon dashed past Mach 2 and kept on going. Now he was coming to a more interesting barrier, the Mach 3 area. Not letting himself go, he pushed further as he upped the speed and before he knew it, the baremeter read past Mach 3. He was zooming past everything. And all there was, was a smile on his face, similar to one a boy has on a christmas day when he opens his presents to find what he wants.

Air Force Chief Greg Rodgers looked impassive as the trial was about to begin. As much as the project was to be both a Portland Iron Works and Space Union National Arms Corporation Storefront project, the black project nature of it meant that he knew little of the project. It was intended to be the most advanced aircraft Sarzonia or its allies could have in their possession and from what they've heard, the new craft fit the bill.

He knew that House Speaker Connie Jacobi was going to be watching intently. He had to convince Jacobi and her colleagues in the House of Delegates that funding this project was in the country's best interests. He knew that getting a jump on the Doomies, as Sarzonians referred to their enemies, was of paramount importance. To her credit, so did she.

Rodgers grabbed a pair of foam earplugs he'd brought along for the occasion and handed another pair to Jacobi.

"You're going to need these."

Jacobi gave Rodgers a look and put them in her ears. When the aircraft hit Mach 3, she silently thanked Rodgers for his consideration. Her thanks had to be silent because her mouth was busy showing how impressed she was with the ultra top secret project Rodgers all but begged her to fund.

Manjit watched as the plane landed on the runway with a loud thud and raced past her before slowing down at the end. It's powerful engines that had been blaring seconds below, shut-off as the plane taxied off the runway. Immediately Travis beamed a smile towards her. She could tell he was upmostly impressed with its performance, though, she could see he hid some nervousness. But she didn't mind that. Manjit opened her mouth but nothing came out. She causiously searched for the right words to say,

"I must say this was a splendid flight by your fighter, Commander Travis. It performed exceptionally especially that last part where it did a nice sprint. Quite a fast beast this one is, I must say."

"Yes, madame it is. I'm impressed with its performance too. Although, I've watched it do its check-out tests before during its prototype stage, the production model just adds more "umph" to the aircraft, if I may say."

"I agree. I know that me and my collegues are impressed, though, I'm not sure if our Sarzonian friends are. But I highly doubt they aren't."

Suddenly a man pushed out his hand and stuck it in mid-air. She looked up to his face. It was a young man that looked like he had just come out of college. His brownish hair and brows were covered in sweat of nervousness and his face beamed with a "magical" light. She knew this was the pilot.

"Hello, Chief. I'm honored to have you here in my presence and for you to have watched my flight."

"Hello. Congratulations on such a fabulous flight, my good man. That SuF/A-6 Wraith you have there is quite the beast when it comes to performance."

Prohaska slid his head as he smiled in embarrasement from a compliment from so high up. He knew that he wouldn't get that many from people like her, as they expected great performance.... or else. A silence yet awkward pause came but it was quickly shattered by the booming voice of Travis,

"Well, madame, Prohaska will probably wish to clean up for the day from that exhausting flight. I think you should come with us and meet the Sarzonian officials. They probably will wish to speak with you on this."

Manjit nodded as she moved past Prohaska and left the room as Prohaska made his way to the showers. He had narrowly dodged a lecture from Travis, but that was only because a high-ranking official was in the room and the fact that, the otherwise dull flight, had been more exciting with his "modification". He gleamed as he thought that he was probably responsible for the winning and satisfactory of the Chief with the aircraft.

"Yeah, I'm good."

OOC: Sorry that I didn't post faster but was busy. :)

OOC: Just a note, Sarzonia I'll do one more flight before I'll hand it over to your pilot. Is he already there?

OOC: Bump

[OOC: The pilot's there.]

[OOC: The pilot's there.]

OOC: Alright then. I'll just post the next flight soon. :)

Jacobi finally gave a curt smile to Rodgers. She regarded the new Air Force Chief gruffly and said, "looks like that wasn't a waste of taxpayer money after all." Then she beamed. "Wow. Unbelieveable. I don't think I've ever seen an aircraft that could do that.

Rodgers smiled slightly, then went right back to business.

"Where's Lt. Anders?"

"He's right here."

Rodgers went up to the young pilot much like a father about to give the car keys to his 16 year old son for the first time and put his hands on the pilot's shoulders.

"Look," Rodgers said. "This aircraft is meant to be the most advanced craft we have in our inventory. I want Speaker Jacobi to see enough to want to order a bunch of these, but I don't want you to do anything foolish. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," the pilot said, squirming slightly at the pressure Rodgers put on his shoulders and from the proximity of Rodgers' suspicious eyes to his own.

"Good. Those Space Union folks are going to do one more demonstration round, then it's our turn. Let's show 'em Sarzonia can produce some damn good pilots in its own right."

"Yes sir!"

Rodgers nodded grimly like a father loath to give too much praise to his son. When -- or if -- the pilot landed the plane in one piece, he would smile for real. Should everything go well, Jacobi would be far more willing to appropriate a much larger budget for the Air Force, along with the Navy and the Army.

Prohaska stared at the open sky, it had just been a couple of minutes before that he had shot out of the runway, his jet screaming into the heavens. The aircraft was just smooth sailing....for now. He swallowed remmebering what Travis had said.....

"Good job kid on your first flight. You made me proud even if you did do some.... unauthorized plans. But in the end it payed off."

Prohaska blushed from remembering his little stunt,

"Yes, I understand sir. I'm ready for my next flight."

"Good, this is going to be your final flight before we hand it over to the Sarzonian pilot they have here. I want you to make us proud."

"Yes, sir!"

"And remember, keep that radar on. Don't think this flight is a test, but its actually combat situation. Watch yourself and don't embarrass yourself."

Prohaska nodged himself back to reality as he withdrew from the flashback. He pondered what Travis said. He wanted Prohaska to keep his radar on, but why? It wasn't like he was going to have to actually fight anything. He chuckled to himself before freezing in his breathe. "Was it possible? Is this a combat situ..." He was cut-off as the radar sounded.

Suddenly, 6 targets came on his radar and they were moving fast. They were none other than the SuF-2 Archangels. Prohaska breathed. It was time to show what this baby could do. He just hoped their was some weapon simulation systems on-board. Thanks to his radar, he could pick them up from over 200 km away. The SuF-2's missile wouldn't be ready to fire till 100 kms away. That was ample time for Prohaska.

He assessed the situation before knowing what he had to do. He pushed the pedal forward as the engines of the SuF/A-6 Wraith went to full power. They screamed in a ghostly wail that would terrify anyone and make them shit right at the spot. It was hunting time for Prohaska.

He sped toward the group as he used the ACCORD system to lock on the SuF-2's. Thanks to it, he was pretty much capable of locking on from 150 kms away from the enemy or even farther if it was full powered. It was now the matter of getting in range to fire the missiles. He had to get within 100 kms before he could fire even his long-range missiles, which he had only 4 of, so he would have to get even closer to get the last two SuF-2's with his medium ranged missiles that would be fired from 60 kms away.

The SuF-2's activated their radars as each one of them came within range of picking up the SuF/A-6. The commander, none other than Travis, banked to the side as they neared their target. Inside he hoped that Prohaska would win this but on the outside he was waiting to cream Prohaska even in an outdated machine. He would learn that was not to be for the him or the SuF-2 as he neared the SuF/A-6, the SuF-2's coffin had already been set out.

Prohaska pushed ahead as he engaged his prey. But suddenly he remembered something, this was a trial to impress the government. He snickered, he would stall and do his moves to show-off before shooting down those bastards with wings. He wanted to show some of the capability of the SuF/A-6. In other words, he would let the enemy engage him.

Silently, he unthrottled his engine as it decreased power and speed. The SuF-2s were coming in range to fire off their missiles. That's exactly what he wanted those cowards to do.

Travis pushed ahead as his flight of SuF-2s sped to hit the SuF/A-6. But something ackward happened... the Wraith had slowed down. He smiled, "Prohaska isn't as skilled as I thought." He radioed into his intercom,

"Get into formation. Let's shoot him out of the sky and show what Space Union pilots can do!"

Each Archangel throttled forward as they tried to engage the SuF/A-6. Back at the Wraith, Prohaska could see as they tried to engage him. He wouldn't let that thought. He pushed his pedal forward as the aircraft jolted to life once more with its ghostly wail. Prohaska could see that the SuF-2 were within range but he wouldn't allow them to lock on him, so he did the impossible. He pushed his main joystick forward pushing the nose down as he pushed his side joystick right. He then did a spin like maneuver on his nose before pulling the joystick back and shooting the aircraft into the sky. He called it the Topspin since it reminded him of spinning tops that kids played with for fun on the sidewalks.

Prohaska could see the SuF-2s were confused as they failed to lock on him. He smiled as he pulled the stick backwards and the aircraft did a flip and pointed straight at one of the SuF-2s in the front and he pressed the button. An imaginary missile shot out of the SuF/A-6 Wraith and screamed toward his target. On the computer it was a big.... bang!

Travis watched as he tried desperatly to engage the SuF/A-6 but the beast wouldnt' stay still and was doing some funky moves that looked like he was defying gravity. He got a lock for a second before losing it the next. Suddenly, he heard a explosion as he looked across him. Although physically the SuF-2 was alright, but in the computer it was registered as dead. The SuF-2 silently banked and left the arena. Travis once more stared back at the SuF/A-6. He never anticipated that. Sweat started racing down his face as he realized that they were all dead.

Prohaska watched as the other aircrafts went into a panic. The time was ripe to pick off the other aircrafts. Prohaska pushed his throttle forward as he pinpointed his next target. The SuF-2 saw him coming, but it wasn't enough. The pilot in the SuF-2 started trying to pull off some maneuvers that would be traditionally used to break locks but the ACCOD system on the SuF/A-6 was more advanced than that. Prohaska smiled as his computer remained locked on the target. He gently pushed a missile on his target as it roared to life and went to hit the SuF-2. By now the pilot was scared stiff that he was still being followed but he then realised he was being engaged but it was too late. Silently yet mentally bursting, the aircraft went into dead state and gently pulled back to base.

There was only 4 SuF-2s left. Travis's face scrunched as he saw two SuF-2s be killed right before his eyes in less than 30 seconds! He was going to get Prohaska for sure now. He pulled forward as he went after Prohaska. He turned on his tracking device to lock on to Prohaska. Prohaska wasn't attempting any tricks this time for some reason. No matter it would be his downfall anyways. He got a straight lock on Prohaska as he pressed the button. Out of the SuF-2 screamed an imaginary missile and went screaming toward the SuF/A-6 Wraith. Travis silently snickered to himself as he thought he had won already. Back in the cockpit of the SuF/A-6, Prohaska saw the imaginary missile streak toward him. His commander was losing his edge. Prohaska got ready as the missile was about to strike. Just before the missile struck Prohaska, he pulled the control stick back and sent the nose in the sky before hitting the petal in the same second and shotting the SuF/A-6 out of the way. Prohaska continued to hold the stick back as it did a flip before flying upside down for a few seconds. He then leveled the plane and got ready to engage his commander.

Back in the SuF-2's cockpit, Travis's face was of surprise, disgust, and happiness at the same time. He couldn't believe that.... thing had dodged his missile like it was nothing. He was so shocked he wasn't even ready to defend himself. Prohaska shot out a missile and before Travis could do anything, he was dead. Travis gently flew back to base in shame though he was happy since the SuF/A-6 was truely a monster and was surely impressing the government officials by now.

Prohaska saw as his commander flew back down in his SuF-2 to the ground. He sighed as he knew that any real opposition was gone now, as he was trained to fight people like Travis who were the best of the best so now one would challenge him anymore. Besides he was getting tired of this anyways. It was time to end this. Prohaska throttled forward to engage the three remaining SuF-2s once and for all. The three SuF-2s were going to work together this time around, though, so he knew it would be a lot tougher than before.

OOC: I'm seperating this for dramatics and anticipation, just to let you know. :)

Prohaska engaged fearlessly his enemies. The remaining 3 SuF-2s formed a tight formation to ward off the SuF/A-6 Wraith if it got near. They were going to work together. This was going to make it all the more interesting and impressive when he picked them off. Prohaska checked his weapon inventory. He had 1 medium-range missiles left and 4 of his long-range missiles. It was good enough even if he had to waste his long-rang missiles, they were just imaginary.

Prohaska pulled up and pushed the throttle and let the engines release their ghostly wail that shook the pilots in the SuF-2. The now commander of the flight was in the front. He breathed heavily as he tried to lock on the SuF/A-6. He had commanded all of his fighters to lock on it but so far only one of them had and then lost it. The damn aircraft was too maneuverable for the computers. Not only that but the damn Wraith's computer had no problem on locking onto the Archangel no matter what they did. That's how all of them were shot out of the sky as if they were sitting ducks with a sign pointing at them saying "Shoot me!". But that wouldn't stop him. He would once more bring the name of the Archangel back into the light and bring pride. In his mind, he hated the Wraith project. It was trying to upstage the SuF-2, which he considered the best of the best.

Prohaska leaned in his seat as he got within range of the SuF-2. He was done playing with them and was going to get it over with. But it was going to be harder with them now all targetting him, but it would work to his advantage soon enough. He pulled the joystick and he shot up higher in altitude and above the Archangels, who seemed to have noticed. With a quick sigh, he pushed the stick forward and made the Wraith go into a dive. The aircraft went straight at the formation. He locked onto the trailing fighter and opened fire with his 30mm autocannon. The imaginary bullets shattered the SuF-2's glass cockpit, and killing the aircraft. In reality, the aircraft just banked off from the formation and left back to base.

The commander watched in horror as he was helpless to see the SuF/A-6 tear apart his commrade. He wasn't going to let this happen again. He turned the SuF-2 around and sped on the SuF/A-6's tail. The Wraith was letting out its ghostly wail again but he didn't care. He locked on with his computer, as did his co-plane. He snickered as he knew that the SuF/A-6 wouldn't be able to dodge both of them. He fired away as 4 missiles shot out of both aircraft and went straight for Prohaska.

Prohaska saw them coming as he pushed the throttle of the aircraft back and slowed the aircraft. With agility that would make a missile go to shame, he pulled the aircrafts tail around in a spin and shot forward, narrowly dodging the first two incoming missiles as the second two hurled toward his nose. Just before impact, Prohaska did what he called the Nosepunch. Using his controller, he pulled the nose up in a northeast direction before doing a flip causing the missiles to miss by a longshot. He was the man! Now it was his turn. He went after the SuF-2 who were trying to escape from the god of death. The commander throttled forward as he tried to shake the Wraiht off his tail but it was hopeless. The SuF/A-6 neared him as it tried to pull a tight turn. It was hopeless. The SuF/A-6 was capable of tighter turns, so when the two aircrafts tried to do a tight turn, the SuF/A-6 shot past them and did what Prohaska called a Tailslide. Basically it was that the SuF/A-6 slid on its tail as it spun around and did a 180 degree turn before engaging the enemy. In a flash of a second, Prohaska unleashed a missile straight into the ass of one of the SuF-2s before spitting a hundred rounds of kick-ass from the machine gun straight into the cockpit of the commander's aircraft.

Prohaska snickered and raised a large grin on his face as he deemed his mission complete. With a great burst of power, he throttled the Wraith and sped toward base. He didn't want to waste anymore time. He wanted to see the face on Travis's face on the entire practice. He laughed internally as he remembered how Travis had been lit up.

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Manjit looked at shock. Her mouth was touching the ground in pure shock. In a matter of 10 minutes.. no not even 10 minutes, 6 of Space Union's most capable fighters and one of the most deadly in the world were shot right out of the sky by one aircraft, the SuF/A-6 Wraith. And in the manner it accomplished it was fabulous. It just outmaneuvered the aircrafts and the missiles as if they were large, bulky bombers.

Travis, who had arrived a while back from his flight, stared in awe and acceptance at the beast alongside her. He knew that his former apprentice had bested him in a superior aircraft but he was also a superior pilot. This brought one of those fatherly smiles that one flashed when his son outdoes him in something. That was this kind of time. But the Chief broke the silence between them suddenly,

"Commander, that was the finest show of skill and capability your apprentice showed. And that aircraft my friend is the best of the best. I doubt any aircraft can match it."

"Thank You, madame. Our engineer's strided. We also got help from PIW and funding from them too so they we can't take all the credit."

"Ah yes, and that reminds me, I think we should chat with the Sarzonian folk here. Lets see what they think about the flight as they were a equal partner in this project."

"This way. Also they're own pilot will be flying the next flight, in fact. It is pretty much known that Sarzonian pilots are very capable in their field, so we'll see how they handle the SuF/A-6 Wraith."

"Yes, this will be quiet interesting."

Both Manjit and Travis made their way to the Sarzonian officials. Three people stood before them. Travis introduced them to Manjit,

"Madame, this is House Speaker Connie Jacobi, Air Force Chief Greg Rodgers, and their very own pilot, Lt. Anders."

"Hello, I'm honored to meet you from our allies in Sarzonia. We are happy that you could arrive and watch the flights with us."

She nodded to all them and shook hands with them all.

"I'm Chief-of-Military Manjit Kaur for Space Union. I hope you enjoyed these flights as I'm truely impressed how far both of our engineers have strided to create the ultimate fighter that will take out any rival, if it even has any. I'm interested in what you think of the fighter."

A twinkle was in her eyes as she said the last two statements.

OOC: Bump. Note: I'll be fielding this in the Death to Democracy RP. Its going to be of course fluid time (takes place after this). Its going to be interesting how this is going to play out. :)

OOC: Hmm. SuF-2 is Mish-11 right? I read your write up for SuF-6 Wraith and eh...i really see no reason why it would be much more maneuvarable then Mish-11, in addition your SuF-6 has a problem there because of its use of hydrogen its engines explode during take off. Anyways get on MSN, i want you to see your doom.

OOC: Hmm. SuF-2 is Mish-11 right? I read your write up for SuF-6 Wraith and eh...i really see no reason why it would be much more maneuvarable then Mish-11, in addition your SuF-6 has a problem there because of its use of hydrogen its engines explode during take off. Anyways get on MSN, i want you to see your doom.

OOC: It says in the write-up why it is more maneuverable. I'm not going to repost what I already said in another thread.

I already explained that in the NS Draftroom thread. If your logic was right we wouldn't have hydrogen concept cars nor a space shuttle nor fuel cells. ;) My MSN isn't working right now. hence why you probably could see me loggin but then suddenly logging-out. Don't know what's wrong, worked fine this morning, my computer has been lately acting up. Also my doom?

OOC: It says in the write-up why it is more maneuverable. I'm not going to repost what I already said in another thread.

I already explained that in the NS Draftroom thread. If your logic was right we wouldn't have hydrogen concept cars nor a space shuttle nor fuel cells. ;) My MSN isn't working right now. hence why you probably could see me loggin but then suddenly logging-out. Don't know what's wrong, worked fine this morning, my computer has been lately acting up. Also my doom?

OOC: The pic of my new fighter, i wanted to show it to you, too bad. Yeah i saw your write up, thats why i am saying that there is really nothing about it that would make it a lot more maneuvarable then Mish-11. And the hydrogen thing, thats not going to work, i don't really remember you going to deep in that one.

OOC: The pic of my new fighter, i wanted to show it to you, too bad. Yeah i saw your write up, thats why i am saying that there is really nothing about it that would make it a lot more maneuvarable then Mish-11. And the hydrogen thing, thats not going to work, i don't really remember you going to deep in that one.

OOC: Ever heard of the X-15? Yeah, lets just say I used a system on that on this to gain unsurpassed maneuverability (well the concept but not actually the same in technical terms). Also the hydrogen thing would work its controlled.

OOC: In order to controll something like that you will need a vaccumed system, your write up had no mention of that. Plus the reason you want hydrogen is completely ridiculus, there are much better, stealthier and safer ways.

OOC: In order to controll something like that you will need a vaccumed system, your write up had no mention of that. Plus the reason you want hydrogen is completely ridiculus, there are much better, stealthier and safer ways.

Oh really, I don't remember fuel cells having vaccumed systems and exploding. Please tell me that I must be dreaming now. Also my purpose has two effects: pre-cooling and of course adding some litte more umph.

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OoC: SU in all seriousness at least use paralell examples... injecting hydrogen into a jet engine system compared to useing either metal hydrides (in most fruitful 'modern' fuel cells) or liquid hydrogen (which is really justa pipe dream in so far as energy efficency goes) in feulcell is really not exactly a great argument.

Hydrogen IS explosive, sparks, high temperatures or rapid pressurization will cause a deflargeration (explosion) in a pure hydrogen enviroment...

Liquid hydrogen burns violently, but warmed hydrogen gas (if not used in a vacumed ssytem that prevents the accululation of hydrogen gas ina tank) will explode violently... and hydrogen fuel system in concept cars ARE vacuumed system or varible flow pressure system which eliviate such concerns.

OoC: SU in all seriousness at least use paralell examples... injecting hydrogen into a jet engine system compared to useing either metal hydrides (in most fruitful 'modern' fuel cells) or liquid hydrogen (which is really justa pipe dream in so far as energy efficency goes) in feulcell is really not exactly a great argument.

Hydrogen IS explosive, sparks, high temperatures or rapid pressurization will cause a deflargeration (explosion) in a pure hydrogen enviroment...

Liquid hydrogen burns violently, but warmed hydrogen gas (if not used in a vacumed ssytem that prevents the accululation of hydrogen gas ina tank) will explode violently... and hydrogen fuel system in concept cars ARE vacuumed system or varible flow pressure system which eliviate such concerns.

OOC: Hey, do you have MSN messenger? I'll talk to on there as I don't want to clutter this thread (as it is a IC thread).

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